Amazing Fighter.....That's how people define me
Like an armored soldier always fighting to be free
To quit is not a choice, to rest i don't have the right
I envy real soldiers, they can always stop their fight
In this world full of battles, what do we mean by rest
Why can't someone be strong without any bloody test
I wonder if I'm not yet mature to appreciate life's challenges
Or was I just too young to live through these complexities
My simple and only aim is to have a quiet place to hide
For just a moment can somebody lend a sensitive heart
Deep inside I feel so weak, amazing fighters also get tired
I'm torn and bleeding, please pity this wounded child..#
